This is a song about "Mess up the bass"

Lights will flash, cars will crash

I mean turn up the bass

Just walking, it bounces like the bass in my trunk

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different

And i'm a just take another guess

Had a chance, now look at the mess

But i'm too tired to clean up this mess

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

And place words on the bass displaces, decapitates at the bases,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Raz, fuck jazz, this is rap, increase the bass/

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Sittin' up in project hallways, crankin' bass, smokin' bones,

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

A ought to have thought about the mess